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   CHAPTER 1 GRACE

   -{Walking home, Talking to strangers, a drink, oblivion} Grace walked
home from school in a sort of daze, she had spent the day that way and she
hadn't really paid attention to anything all day.  Robert Washington, the
star of the football team, had taken her on a date the night before and she
could still feel the warmth of his hand on her thigh and still taste this
tentative kiss he had given her when he dropped her off at home.  He was
the guy at school that every girl was chasing after since he had broken up
with Ashley Reynolds.  And he had chosen to take her on a date, her of
every girl in the entire high school.  True, Grace was the only redhead on
the cheerleading squad, but he had still asked her out.  And that was her
real dream.

   He wanted to see her again this weekend, and with the born naivety of a
high school sixteen year old, Grace thought he cared about her while his
gaze never strayed much higher than her chin.  She knew that he had had sex
with Ashley, and with several other girls before her but Grace had told him
about her abstinence vow, and he had said he respected that.  As she walked
the two miles from her school to her house, her short skirt over long,
youthful, muscular legs, the tiny top of her cheerleading outfit baring her
midriff and her red shoes steering her home without real thought, she
spotted someone new in the neighbourhood.

   The house at the end of her street had been empty for several years,
ever since the old man who lived there had died unexpectedly, and the for
sale sign had been kicked over so often that they had given up on putting
it right again.  But today a truck was parked at the curb with the ramp
down and a man was carting boxes up the sidewalk to the front door with a
hand truck.  Grace gave him a once over and her thoughts ground to a halt
at the sight of him.  He was older than her; she would guess he was in his
mid-twenties, and tall, taller than Robert or anyone else at the high
school.  He was broad shouldered and well-muscled, with his white T-shirt
slicked with sweat and his legs cased in tight blue jeans.  She stopped to
give a long stare and he caught her looking.

   With a smile and a wave he set the hand truck aside and walked towards
her, stopping at the end of his driveway as she walked towards him slowly.
He was very attractive and she felt her heart lighten in her chest as she
stopped before him.  He smiled a crooked half-smile and offered his hand.

   "Hello there, my name's James and I'm apparently new to the
neighbourhood." She took his hand and he gave a firm shake before bending
down and placing a kiss on the inside of her wrist.  Grace giggled and
blushed as he stood with a smile.  "Do you live around here?"

   She nodded and gestured to her house, just three doors down.  "Yeah,
right there.  Looks like we're neighbours." She supplied with a smile.

   "Well, neighbour would you like a cold drink?  I'm sweating like a hog
and would like to sit and rest for a while." He gestured towards the house
and smiled that charming smile again.

   Grace glanced at the house, then down the street at her own house for a
moment.  She knew that she should go straight home, and that she shouldn't
talk to strangers, but he was a neighbour and he seemed safe and friendly
enough, so she bobbed her head in a nod and he turned to lead her up the
walkway to the house.  If she could have seen his smile right then she
would have run home and hid.  He led her into the house and gestured for
her to take a seat in the big arm chair in the living room.  She seated
herself with her back to the door and tucked her skirts under her bottom as
he moved towards the kitchen.

   "Coke alright?  No offense, but you look a little young for a beer." She
giggled at this and nodded.

   "That sounds great."

   He smiled back at her and vanished into the kitchen for a minute,
returning with a glass of beer in one hand and a glass with ice and a can
of coke in the other.  She thanked him and poured the drink over the ice as
he settled down on the sofa across from her, setting his beer on a coaster
on the coffee table.  Grace took a drink of the pop and set the glass on
the table as well, and they chatted for a bit.  He asked her about the area
and she supplied the answers she could as they sipped their drinks.  She
told him some things about herself and learned some things about him in
return.  She finished her drink and set the glass down, listening to him
tell a story about his time in the military while masking a yawn behind the
back of her hand.  He smiled at her and sat forward a little.  As he
finished his story she yawned again and looked at him through bleary eyes.

   "Everything alright?  You look a little tired, Grace."

   'M' fine.  Jus' been a lon' day." She managed to mumble, surprised at
how sleepy she was.

   "Maybe it's the rhophynol I put in your glass earlier." He offered as he
looked at her closely, watching her head sag and her eyes flutter as she
fought sleep.

   "Wha's tha'?" She asked, trying to clear her head with a little shake,
and he stood, stepping around the table to sit down on it in front of her.

   "It's a date rape drug, something that will help you relax and keep you
from screaming and running or fighting back." He leaned in close and lifted
her eyelid with a thumb, peering into her eye, seeing the orb rolling and
her vision swimming.  Nodding he used his warm, strong hands to spread her
legs.  Grace tried to tell him no, tried to scream, tried to close her
legs...  anything at all.  But she couldn't move, couldn't react, and
couldn't even speak anymore.  He slipped his hands up under her skirt and
cupped her warm, firm backside.  Grace whimpered, her face screwing up in
fear and horror.

   "Very nice, Grace.  I can imagine that your cheerleading is good
exercise." She could feel him slowly slide her panties down from her waist
and then down her legs and off.  She watched as he sniffed the white cotton
and smiled at her.  "I love that smell." He tucked the panties into his
pocket and adjusted her legs one at a time until they were up over the arms
of the chair, spread wide and leaving her completely exposed.  He flipped
her skirt up and looked right into her eyes.  In that moment she knew more
fear than she had ever known before.  His smile wasn't the smile of a
friend or even a stranger.  It was the smile of a wolf, a predator...  She
quailed in fear as his hand slid down her thigh and she felt his thumb
caress the bare, bald lips of her exposed sex.  She shaved for
cheerleading; the high kicks and splits she did as part of the routine
could show embarrassing curls through her panties and under her skirt.

   "Very nice...  Very nice indeed." He said softly and Grace started to
see black spots float across her vision and the edges of the room were lost
in a grey haze as he stroked across her labia with his thumb while looking
onto her eyes.  The room got more and more narrow, her heart hammering and
hot tears slipped from her eyes to roll down her cheeks as he spread her
lips with a finger stroked between the soft, pink petals of her sex.  She
whimpered and a sob escaped her unresponsive throat as her vision receded
down a narrow tunnel with just his face at the end, and just the violation
of his hand on her sex filling the void around her.  With a single voiced
denial, her vision collapsed, and she was swallowed by the nightmare
darkness.

   -{Waking up, Mom, Sodium Scopothol, innocence lost, virtue abandoned}
Grace swam up slowly out of the place she had fallen into and realized that
her entire body had the ningly-tumb feeling of pins and needles.  Her eyes
fluttered open and she saw that she was sitting in the chair, her legs were
still up on the arms, spread wide and her skirt still flipped up in the
front, and she could feel the cold of the open air on her sex.  She had
never been comfortable with nudity, even in private and she was never naked
for very long.  This exposure, so complete and out of her control terrified
her and she whimpered as she tried desperately to move.  That was when he
reappeared, stepping from the kitchen in a loose shirt and slacks, sipping
a drink and looking at her with a smile.

   "Awake at last!  I thought you were done the way you started
hyperventilating.  But then you had that cute little orgasm, and I must say
I am very impressed, Grace." He walked over and set his drink on the table,
sitting down in front of her again and looking into her eyes as she
struggled.  "You're a very pretty girl, and I plan to enjoy you for a long
time.  I've always had a preference for young redheads and for virgins. 
What luck to find one that fit the bill so perfectly." He held something up
in one hand and Grace felt her heart leap when the blade of the knife
snapped open with a metallic 'Snik' sound and a flash of light.  Her breath
came quickly and her eyes got wide, but she still couldn't move as he
leaned forward and smiled.

   "Slow down your breathing, or you're going to pass out again.  I'm not
going to hurt you with this, Grace." She couldn't stop her breathing and
she ignored him as she fixated on the knife.  He let her have a minute and
then he leaned forwards a bit more and slapped her cheek.  Her head rocked
to the side and a gasp forced itself past the haze she was in.  Her eyes
refocused on him, but her breathing had returned to normal.

   "That's much better.  Now hold still, I don't want to hurt you." He
plucked the hem of her tee out with two fingers and slipped the knife under
the fabric carefully.  Lifting his arm, he slowly slit her shirt open all
the way up the front until it was completely cut open; bearing her small,
firm breasts in the athletic bra her mother insisted she wear.  He looked
at her for a bit just as she was, his hands absently cutting the sides of
her shirt, freeing her arms from the sleeves and he took a moment to lean
her forward and pull the shirt off of her before returning her to her seat
in just her bra and skirt.  Grace stared at him in abject terror, the
gentle way he was handling her was somehow worse than if he had brutalized
her.  He used the knife to remove the skirt as well and then just looked at
her for a while.

   She was beautiful, her wide eyes staring at him as he looked over her
body, the slap had left a red mark high on her cheek and he could see the
tears welling in her eyes to flow down her cheeks in an almost steady
stream.  He took her feet one at a time and removed her shoes and socks,
setting them aside before leaning forward to caress her with the blade of
the knife.  She shivered as the blade caressed her skin, the steel cold and
hard as it slid up her body and under the center of her bra between her
breasts.  With a sudden quick jerk he slashed her bra open and wrung a sob
from her all at once.  She was naked with this man...  this stranger, this
monster and she was completely defenceless before him.  He cut the shoulder
straps of her bra one by one and pulled the garment off of her slowly,
stripping away the last bits of her modesty and tossing them aside.

   She looked so pure and innocent, her athletic young body bare to him,
the light muscle definition in her arms and legs, the firm, flatness of her
tummy and her small, high breasts all combined with her porcelain skin and
dark red hair was very arousing to him, and he smiled that predators smile
again as he looked her over.  His hand caressed her leg lightly and he went
to one knee on the floor before her, his hand sliding across her skin in a
horridly tender caress and she shivered at the feel of him.  She whimpered
as his hand slid up her side, between her breasts and cupped her cheek.  He
just knelt there for a while staring into her eyes as his free hand came up
to cup her breast and give a gentle, tender squeeze.  She sobbed again and
her arms twitched towards him as she tried to push him away.  The effort
just made him smile.

   Standing, he leaned down and placed a soft, sweet kiss on her cheek
before turning and leaving the room.  Heartened by her small movement and
his departure she put every ounce of will into making her body obey, and
she was rewarded with her arms twitching again, and then her leg giving a
little jump and sliding down off of the arm of the chair as she sobbed and
tried so desperately to move from that spot.  She was panting, sweating
freely and her arm was lifting a little when he returned, stopping in the
door and watching her.  When she saw him, another denial was wrung from her
throat and she sobbed again as he approached and she saw what he had.  The
glass and metal of a syringe was in his hand, half full of some clear fluid
and he flicked the side and gave a little squirt to clear the bubbles from
it.

   He was kneeling down and reaching for her when the doorbell rang and she
felt hope and joy flood her heart at the sound.  He looked up and cocked
his head to one side as a puzzled look came over his face.

   "Now who could that be?  Were you expecting someone, dear?" He said to
her with a smile, and he set the syringe on the table and lowered her other
leg before he stood to go and answer the door.  Grace was so shocked and
terrified by his manners and attitude that she found she couldn't move
again and as he answered the door she felt her chance at rescue pass her
by.

   "Hello, can I help you?" He asked someone, and the voice that answered
made Grace's heart pound in relief and hope.  It was her mother.

   "Hi!  Yeah, I'm sorry to bother you, Mr..." she asked pleasantly.  Grace
tried so hard to move then, she saw her arms twitching in effort, felt her
skin slicking with sweat as she fought the drug, fought the fear and tried
to do anything to cry out for help.

   "Watson, James Watson.  Please, call me James." She could hear the smile
in his voice.

   "Hi, James.  I'm Natalie.  I'm just looking for my daughter, Grace, have
you seen her?  She's about my height, red hair, and green eyes?  She'd be
wearing a little black and red cheerleading outfit." Her mother was
flirting with him!  Grace knew that tone and she felt hot tears of anger
and shame slide down her face and fall from her chin to splash on her bare
breasts as he talked with her mother, with her not ten feet away and
helpless to do anything but listen and wait.

   "I thought I saw her go by around three this afternoon, she went into a
house about three doors down I think."

   "Yeah, that would be our house.  It's just Grace and I down there, and I
work pretty late some days.  Maybe she snuck out to be with that Washington
boy, Robert.  Ok, Thank you, James.  She should have been home hours ago,
really.  I mean, it's after dark and she's still not home."

   After dark?!  How long had she been unconscious?  Her mother stood in
the door making small talk with him for a while before departing.

   "Well, I'm going to try some of her friends' houses.  Maybe she's there.
Thanks so much, James and welcome to the neighbourhood."

   "Oh, it's no problem.  If you need any more help don't be afraid to stop
by and ask, I'll be home for a few days at least." They said pleasant
goodbyes and a moment later Grace heard the door click just as she managed
to find her voice.

   "Mooommmm..." She struggled to get out, just barely loud enough for him
to hear, and when he stepped back into her view, she knew that she had been
too late.  "Nnnnoooooo..." She cried in denial as he smiled down at her,
picking up the syringe again and kneeling on the floor at her feet.

   "Looks like I was just in time, Grace.  You have a very pretty mother. I
may have to spend some quality time with her, just to say I screwed your
mother and you in the same day." His fingers landmarked the inside of her
thigh and he slid the needle into her flesh smoothly and almost without
pain, seating it firmly and slowly injecting her with whatever was in the
syringe.  "There we go." He said as he took the needle out and pressed his
thumb to her leg where it had gone.  She felt warmth spread out from her
leg where the injection had gone in and a tingle start to spread after it.

   "That was Sodium Scopothol, a derivative of Sodium Pentathol, the truth
serum.  The difference here is this drug has some interesting side effects
that I find very useful.  It makes your sense of touch very sensitive, so
your skin is easy to excite." As he spoke he caressed the insides of her
thighs with the tips of his fingers, making her shiver and suck a breath
between her teeth at the feel of it.  "Second, it has a very aphrodisiac
effect, in short, it will make you horny, make you crave sex.  Which is a
pretty funny thing to do to a virgin, but I think we can cure that part of
it fairly quickly." As he spoke she could feel an ache centered on her
pussy, a clenching, tight heat that made her body tremble.  "Next, it
renders you very open to suggestions.  Not that you will be under my
control, by any stretch of the imagination, but you wll be inclined to do
as you are told."

   "Now, it isn't very addictive, not in this quantity or stage, I gave you
five milligrams, but with time and larger doses it can cause dependency.  I
don't plan to get you addicted Grace, but I will give you several more
doses over the next several days.  You're going to be my guest for a long
time." The words, and the way he said them, made her heart drop, and she
could feel the heat draining from her body as he stood and walked from the
room without another word.  He was gone for a while, and the warmth that
had started between her thighs slowly spread throughout her body, warming
her from the chill of fear and her mind felt very fuzzy and she had trouble
focusing on things.  It felt like her vision was through a glass of water
or a warped mirror as her body regained control and she sat up, looking
around the room, her nudity forgotten.

   He returned as she was sitting on the edge of the chair and looked
around the room, her eyes mostly unfocused and a dazed look on her face. 
The walls wouldn't sit still and things spun whenever she turned her head
even very slowly, so she hadn't tried to stand yet.  But that ache in her
loins, that need that filled her pussy was worse than ever, though she
didn't know what it was or what it meant.  Her mother had never talked to
her about sex, had never allowed her to learn about it.  She was innocent
and while at school she was one of the `Mean Girls' in reality she was
scared and innocent, ignorant of sex and sexuality and vulnerable to people
like Robert, and people like James.

   "Excellent.  I think you'll be walking in another little bit here, so I
should move you someplace that is a little more private, what do you say?"
She looked at him with a bewildered expression and blinked languidly. 
Normally she was skittish, jumping when someone spoke unexpectedly or
startled her, but now she just swivelled her head to look at him, seeing
the room spin and turn while he remained stationary.  She knew that she
should fear him, she should be telling him no, trying to get away, trying
to scream for help, but she just couldn't build up the willpower to do any
of that, and as he walked over and picked her up from the seat, she relaxed
into his arms when he told her to and he carried her up the stairs.  She
rested her head on his shoulder and felt the warmth of his body through his
clothes.

   He talked with her idly while he carried her up the stairs and down the
hall to a bedroom.  She sighed in relaxation as he settled her onto the bed
and sat down to look at her, his hand resting over one breast and she felt
his slow, soft caress as he stroked her skin.  Her nipples were hard, tight
and aching for attention.  Her skin felt warm and soft and as his hand
caressed her breast, kneading the flesh tenderly and his palm slipped over
her nipple, she sighed and her eyes rolled in pleasure.  It was amazing
just how good that felt.  His hand slipped up and down her tummy as he
spoke, his words close to a whisper, and she wasn't really listening, felt
that what he was saying wasn't really that important.  But she wished he
would pay more attention to her body, do more than just touch her.

   And he seemed to be reading her mind as he bent down and captured one
nipple with his warm mouth, sucking at it tenderly, drawing a moan from her
throat as her hand came absently to the back of his head, holding him in
place.  Her breath came long, slow and deep and she moaned again as he
flicked the sensitive nub with his tongue and scraped the smooth flesh of
her breast with his teeth.  Every touch, every caress, every inch of
contact he made sent a shiver across her flesh and made her moan and
writhe. She could feel his hand slip down from her other breast and across
her body, down towards her bare, exposed pussy, and when he touched her
there she gasped and moaned again as his fingers caressed her.  Her back
arched and her eyes rolled back in her head.

   She tried to clear her head, tried to think on the dim feeling of horror
that blossomed in her heart at his touch, but her mind couldn't focus, her
body seemed to have a will of its own, a will she couldn't deny.  And his
touch felt so very good so right that she pushed that dim feeling of fear
aside and when his mouth came to hers she kissed him back willingly.  This
wasn't the tentative, inexperienced kiss of a high school boy; this was the
knowing, erotic kiss of a man.  Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him
for the kiss and her lips parted to admit his tongue into her mouth as her
legs parted for his hand, spreading wide, exposing herself to him as he
caressed her, rubbing the tender, sensitive lips of her pussy with his
strong fingers.

   As his hand covered her sex, cupping the heat between her thighs and he
gave a squeeze, she moaned into the kiss and worked her mouth against his
instinctually as their kiss drew on and on.  Her virginity vow was
forgotten, her innocence was lost and her sense of self was shut down.  The
girl on the bed wasn't Grace any more, now she was just a nameless sex
object and as he shifted his weight onto the bed with her, his body lying
across hers and pressing her back into the mattress, her legs parted
farther, her arms held him close and her mouth welcomed his own devouring
lips.

   And for a long time she was content just like that, the weight of his
body, the warmth of their contact and the passion of the kiss satisfied
her. As he moved and shifted his shirt rubbed her nipples sending little
electric shocks up her body, thrilling her more and more.  She could feel
the bulge in his pants as it pressed against her wanting slit and she ached
to feel...  she wasn't sure what she wanted, not for sure, but she knew it
was se, she wanted him to have sex with her.  But that was as far as her
mind got, the details were unknown to her and as he shifted and she heard
the zipper on his slacks open and something came out and slapped against
the wet, bare labia her heart raced with a thrill.

   He finally broke the kiss and sat up a little, pulling his shirt off and
tossing it aside as he looked down at her, limp and sweating on the sheets.
And she looked back up at him, eyes half-lidded in lust and lips parted,
swollen and red from the force of their kissing.  His hand came back to
rest on her breast, finger and thumb rolling her hard nipple as the other
hand slipped down between her breasts and across her tummy to her aching,
throbbing pussy.

   "Tell me, Grace, are you ready to leave virginity behind?" He asked
quietly.

   It wasn't really a question, she knew.  She had no choice, she also
knew. But knowing and caring are not the same and she couldn't respond to
him.  Her eyes took him in, looking down across his chest and abdomen to
the thick rod that was bared between his legs.  She had never seen a cock
before, not in reality.  Oh sure, in textbooks and magazines, but those are
pictures and something about pictures makes seeing them unbelievable. 
There were too many easy ways to alter photographs.  But this one was real,
and it was right in front of her.  She licked her lips as the little voice
that was still Grace gave one last scream in denial, but as he shifted and
the head of it came to press at her labia, she gasped at the feel of it. 
Hot and thick, it managed to be hard and soft at the same time and she
couldn't move.

   Her arms were limp on the bed, her eyes were locked on him as he
shifted, hooking first one then the other of her legs with his arms, his
elbows behind her knees and he spread her wide open.  There was no
resisting him, no fighting him.  And she didn't want to fight him.  She
needed something and the feel of his cock at her entrance was bliss.  He
shifted his hips and suddenly she felt a tearing pain within her as his
hips rammed forward and half of his length buried itself in her body.  He
forced a cry from her lips, a wordless release of emotion mixed with
pleasure and pain.  Her hymen had torn and her body had spread to accept
him.  She was slick and ready from the caress of his hands and the passion
of his kiss, but she was still tight and unprepared.  But he didn't force
himself deeper; he didn't try to get all into her in one go.  He drew back
slowly and rocked his hips as he went into her again, letting her body
adjust to him, letting her get slick and accept him, and then he was
settled down atop her, releasing her legs as his hands braced him on the
bed and his body was on top of hers.

   She was limp, her legs loose and her arms at her sides as he started
thrusting into her; drawing back until just the head of his cock was in her
and then sliding back into her slowly.  Her pussy stung from the loss of
her cherry, and she could feel the sticky tide of blood from the torn
flesh, but slowly the pain gave way to something different, a pleasure that
rose in her belly from the aching heat of her pussy and spread down her
legs and across her chest until suddenly a wave of pleasure broke within
her body, her first conscious orgasm.  It was the flood of pleasure and the
ningly-tumb feeling that she briefly felt on the chair downstairs all over
again, but this time she was awake for it, this time she could feel it and
she wondered how she had ever lived without this feeling.

   A virgin vow?  Bullshit.  Abstinence?  More bullshit.  And why had no
one ever told her about this feeling before?  She didn't care anymore, she
wanted more, her arms coming up to wrap around him, draw him down into a
kiss, and her legs locked around him as he kissed her back.  He hadn't
stopped fucking her, hadn't ceased his movement, and she could feel the
thickness of him, the hot rod within her body caressing every inch of her
inside.  He stretched her canal to its capacity, the head of his cock poked
hard at her cervix and she loved it, she needed more, wanted more.  And he
was only too happy to oblige.

   Their kiss broke and she looked up at him in a fit of burning lust as
his hands seized her legs and he folded her in half, her ankles coming up
until her knees were practically next to her head.  She was nimble,
cheerleading and gymnastics made her very bendy and he bent her to her
limit, and she felt him more now, her pussy tightening in the uncomfortable
position as he went faster, slamming his hips forward hard, and she felt
his hips slap against her ass, his balls swinging up to slap against her
flesh as his thrusts into her wet heat produced squelching, sucking sounds.
And she was feeling the rise of that heat again; the pleasure of it, the
rise of what she knew was a stronger pleasure than the last one.  And it
slammed into her like a car wreck.

   She cried out in pleasure and he grinned down at her as she felt a wash
of stinging, hot fluid in her pussy.  He had his teeth gritted in a grimace
and his movements had become erratic and uncontrolled.  Finally he released
her legs and she saw them flop down on either side of him, but she couldn't
feel anything as he collapsed atop her, pinning her to the bed with his own
body, panting and sweating as she felt his shaft growing softer within her,
retreating from her body.  And she kissed him tenderly, her hands caressing
his face and her legs stroking along the backs of his as she floated in the
dizzy, ephemeral bliss of the moment.  That part of her that was still
Grace was only mildly protesting through the haze of the drug and pleasure,
even that had been quieted by what she had just felt.

   A long time passed and her head felt so light, her smile was unnoticed
by her and as he rolled off of her and sat up on the edge of the bed, she
looked up at his bare back and smiled.  She wanted more, more of him, more
sex, more everything.  She whimpered as he stood, buckling his pants and
reaching for his discarded shirt.

   "Please stay..." She managed, though the way the room was spinning and
her head seemed to be floating away she wondered if he even heard her as he
turned back to look at her.

   "Oh, I'm not going far, I'll be back to play with you some more." His
words made her smile again, a languid, slow smile that spread across her
face and was all for him.  She was barely conscious as he left, closing the
door, her mind barely registering the locks that secured it.  Soon she
slept, deep and warm, an abyss that was filled with dreams and memories of
pleasure and his green eyes.

   -{Through his eyes}`James' walked down the hall to his own bedroom and
rubbed his face with his hands, pausing to smell the scent of her pussy on
his skin and smiling.  James wasn't his real name, though it would work for
this place, for however long he was here.  It was sheer luck that he had
found a playmate so quickly, though there was sure to be police looking for
her soon.  He had a day before he had to move her some place more secure.
Or he had to break her to his will, get something that would keep her
quiet. The drug he had given her was a start, but too much would damage
her. And despite what he told her it wasn't addicting at all, he could get
her hooked on it if he tried, but it was purely psychological.

   No, he needed something more permanent.  He looked back to double-check
the locks on that room and nodded as he went into his, thumbing the laptop
to turn on as he stripped his pants off and discarded them.  Within five
minutes he was checking the feed on the cameras and watching the recording
of his sex with her.  The room had been well prepared, it had no window and
he had soundproofed it himself, stripping out the walls to re-route
plumbing and put in the little washroom, just a shower stall a toilet and a
sink for her to use.  The bed was bolted to the floor and the sheets were
sewn on and there was no way she could hide from the cameras that she
likely couldn't even see.

   He smiled and went in to shower, washing himself thoroughly and dressing
before sitting at the computer and watching her sleep for a while.  He had
a few ideas formulating in his head for how to break her, but he had to see
her without the drugs before he could even begin.  Then he had to move her
to a safehouse tomorrow.  It was going to be a busy, careful few days while
he worked with her.  And as he moved over to his bed, settling in to sleep,
he smiled at the thought.  This was the part he loved, the first days with
a new girl, breaking her to his will, gaining her trust and silence,
eventually owning her, doing whatever he wanted with her.  Oh, he loved all
of it, and was looking forward to every day.  But this part was his
favourite, despite the danger.

   He clicked the lights off and settled into sleep, spiraling down into
dreams of Grace, into the fun he was going to have with her, and the feel
of her hot little cunny wrapped tight around his cock.  He was smiling as
sleep claimed him.